“Dominique, you really must not get so sentimental,” she said to my wife.Dominique was sitting on the bed with the soles of her feet pressed toget...er. It exposed her cunt and stretched it wide, exposing the jewellery that glittered amongst the matrix of its folds.The glistening pearls of dew that were all that remained of their lovemaking were dripping to the coverlet, spreading scented patches on the silk.“It is not sentimentality, my dear Ra’fah,” said Dominique lazily. “I like my little. “What was it they said at the brothel about taking the whore out of the whore? Well, I’m going to work very hard to do that for Rory.”“What you two do is between you,” I said to Rory and Raylene. “My concern was the moral question of trust. Rory has always been a serious and trustworthy man. The trading of wives made me doubt that. I’ll work very hard to go back to thinking of him in the old way.”I decided to change the subject before a fight started. “Do you have any idea when Mick and Betty. You're gonna fuck hard and you're gonna fuck long. You're gonna screw me like a goddamn animal. I want it primal. Fuck me like you're a Neanderthal stud in heat. This entire evening was a setup to prepare for this. I've drained your balls so that you can go hard yet last a while. I want everything you got and you're going to give me all of it. Do you understand me, boy toy?" "Yes, Ma'am." Once again, I was terrified but this time, undoubtedly due to her training, I felt confident that I could. “Not really, I just figured it out. So which was it?” I asked. “What your are really asking, is do I still have your safe house under surveillance. The answer is yes. She and her partner will be there another couple days. So are you okay?” he asked.“Not really. I got a couple of nasty road scrapes and my injuries from the bomb blast are acting up again. You know significant pain. I expect to have it a while. Tell your team to look after the place I may be gone a couple of days. Oh.